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Suddenly
she
was
sorry
for
him
,
sorry
with
a
completeness
that
wiped
out
her
own
grief
and
her
fear
of
what
his
words
might
mean
.
It
was
the
first
time
in
her
life
she
had
been
sorry
for
anyone
without
feeling
contemptuous
as
well
,
because
it
was
the
first
time
she
had
ever
approached
understanding
any
other
human
being
.
And
she
could
understand
his
shrewd
caginess
,
so
like
her
own
,
his
obstinate
pride
that
kept
him
from
admitting
his
love
for
fear
of
a
rebuff
.
"
Ah
,
darling
,
"
she
said
coming
forward
,
hoping
he
would
put
out
his
arms
and
draw
her
to
his
knees
.
"
Darling
,
I
'm
so
sorry
but
I
'll
make
it
all
up
to
you
!
We
can
be
so
happy
,
now
that
we
know
the
truth
and
--
Rhett
--
look
at
me
,
Rhett
!
There
--
there
can
be
other
babies
--
not
like
Bonnie
but
--
"
"
Thank
you
,
no
,
"
said
Rhett
,
as
if
he
were
refusing
a
piece
of
bread
.
"
I
'll
not
risk
my
heart
a
third
time
.
"
"
Rhett
,
do
n't
say
such
things
!
Oh
,
what
can
I
say
to
make
you
understand
?
I
've
told
you
how
sorry
I
am
--
"
"
My
darling
,
you
're
such
a
child
.
You
think
that
by
saying
,
'
I
'm
sorry
,
'
all
the
errors
and
hurts
of
years
past
can
be
remedied
,
obliterated
from
the
mind
,
all
the
poison
drawn
from
old
wounds
...
Take
my
handkerchief
,
Scarlett
.
Never
,
at
any
crisis
of
your
life
,
have
I
known
you
to
have
a
handkerchief
.
"
She
took
the
handkerchief
,
blew
her
nose
and
sat
down
.
It
was
obvious
that
he
was
not
going
to
take
her
in
his
arms
.
It
was
beginning
to
be
obvious
that
all
his
talk
about
loving
her
meant
nothing
.
It
was
a
tale
of
a
time
long
past
,
and
he
was
looking
at
it
as
though
it
had
never
happened
to
him
.
And
that
was
frightening
.
He
looked
at
her
in
an
almost
kindly
way
,
speculation
in
his
eyes
.
"
How
old
are
you
,
my
dear
?
You
never
would
tell
me
.
"
"
Twenty-eight
,
"
she
answered
dully
,
muffled
in
the
handkerchief
.
"
That
's
not
a
vast
age
.
It
's
a
young
age
to
have
gained
the
whole
world
and
lost
your
own
soul
,
is
n't
it
?
Do
n't
look
frightened
.
I
'm
not
referring
to
hell
fire
to
come
for
your
affair
with
Ashley
.
I
'm
merely
speaking
metaphorically
.
Ever
since
I
've
known
you
,
you
've
wanted
two
things
.
Ashley
and
to
be
rich
enough
to
tell
the
world
to
go
to
hell
.
Well
,
you
are
rich
enough
and
you
've
spoken
sharply
to
the
world
and
you
've
got
Ashley
,
if
you
want
him
.
But
all
that
does
n't
seem
to
be
enough
now
.
"
